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[color=31ba9f]Location:[/color] Callaghan Residence -> School
[color=31ba9f]Interacting with:[/color] Melancholy and Heartbreak, his new best friends.
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Morning in the Callaghan house was rarely quiet. Between four kids and two adults, there wasn't anyplace to go where you wouldn't here someone getting ready for the day. On this Monday morning, Jamie was brushing his hair in the mirror, making sure he didn't go to school looking like a homeless man. He wasn't excited to go to school. He normally was rather neutral on the subject, but today he wasn't in the mood. He didn't want to go and talk about stupid Shakespeare or Pythagorean or the Couples to Watch at BHHS like Trevor Wells and Savannah Matthews, or Sean Sterling and Brynn Payne or [i]Marshall Radley and Riley Wells.[/i]

Jamie would be lying if he said he hadn't contemplated running away, or staying and ruining Riley's life. But, he knew both those things were immature and foolish. So, he'd have to settle for moping in the shadow of his broken heart. That was easier and more cost effective anyway.

He'd thought about the situation at the party for most of the past five days, rarely even going out to do anything other than work on the paper and mope. He did go out with Selena, and talk about how Brynn was screwing her brother, a shocker to Selena and no one else. But he hadn't seen Marshall. Nope. And he wasn't mad about it. If Marshall and Rye wanted to make out in closets at parties that was their business. But Jamie wasn't going to deal with any of that bullshit. He took a deep breath and stepped out into the chaos that was the Callaghan house. The Twins shoved past him, shirtless and wielding Nerf guns, screaming like banshees. [b]"Boys! I told you if you weren't dressed by the time I was out of the shower that there'd be no games after school,"[/b] Jamie's mom scolded from her room. 

Jamie shook his head and headed downstairs to the kitchen where Katie was biting into a PopTart, scrolling through her phone, tuned out of the war that was being waged upstairs. Katie looked up as Jamie began pouring himself a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and smirked. [color=#ba314c][b]"I read the Weekend Warrior's blog last night. Sounds like you had fun at the party. Is your boyfriend doing alright?"[/b][/color] Katie teased. Jamie rolled his eyes at his sister's taunts. [color=31ba9f][b]"First, everyone knows that the Weekend Warrior is a gossipy piece of trash. Second, Marshall Radley is [i]not[/i] my boyfriend."[/b][/color] [color=#31ba7d][b]"Boyfriend? Who's this boyfriend?"[/b][/color] Dr. Henry Callaghan asked, waltzing into the kitchen. [color=31ba9f][b]"No one has a boyfriend, Dad. Your children are painfully single,"[/b][/color] Jamie replied, beginning to eat his cereal. [color=#31ba7d][b]"Good, because neither of you need to be corrupted by the wiles of men,"[/b][/color] the patriarch said, grinning.

Once breakfast was done and goodbyes were said, Katie and Jamie piled into his car, and began the short drive to the high school, music playing softly over the stereo. Once parked, Katie got out, waving her thanks, and Jamie spent his last few minutes of freedom Snapchatting his streaks. He heard the bell ring from the parking lot and he begrudgingly headed inside and into Mrs. Winship's classroom, where he planted himself in the table furthest to the back and stuck his nose into his phone, hoping to avoid any awkward conversations for the day. He needed a good vent.